Mind Numbing Potion
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
18,550
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Mind Numbing Potion
DISCLAIMER~ TOP OF CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER 3
She sat there for a few moments unsure of what to do. Should she tell Snape or ignore it? She knew if she said anything that Snape he would probably deduct points and hand out a few detentions. She opted to keep it to herself. It would only last a few minutes anyway.
All of a sudden she felt like something was trying to push its way into her brain. All she had to do was look at someone and she would be able to tell what they were thinking. What the hell, what did she have to lose? It might be interesting.
She looked at Neville first. He was going crazy wondering when Snape was going to start in on him. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Malfoy glancing in their general direction, then going back to his cauldron. She looked at him and had to stifle a gasp. He was thinking about Harry in a VERY friendly way.
She wondered idily if Harry felt the same way. She turned and looked at him. He, of course, was thinking about Quidditch. This was their last year and he wanted to put the best team they ever had together just so he could say that he beat Malfoy again. Then she felt anger coming off him. And knew it was directed at Malfoy. He had seen Draco looking at him and wanted to punch him to him him to quit.
She glanced around here and there. Some thought of sex, or lunch, or even when they could go back to sleep. When she looked at Crabbe and Goyle, she was not supprised to see their minds were blank.
Then, she stole a glance at her Potions Master and wished that she hadn't. He was sitting behind his desk and he was daydreaming. But this wasn't just any daydream.
He was dreaming of warm bodies, sliding along each other. Hands groping. Tongues clashing. t itt it was mainly he whe was invisioning in this situation that unnerved her. It was her.
Not to mention that she knew he was sitting behind his desk instead of stalking the classroom. He was stroking himself under his robes. Trying to releive his raging hard-on. But knew it was in vain. It wouldn't happen until class was over so he could be alone to do it right.
He and Hermione both thought the exact same thing at that moment. ' Thank god that's only ten minutes away.
CHAPTER 3
She sat there for a few moments unsure of what to do. Should she tell Snape or ignore it? She knew if she said anything that Snape he would probably deduct points and hand out a few detentions. She opted to keep it to herself. It would only last a few minutes anyway.
All of a sudden she felt like something was trying to push its way into her brain. All she had to do was look at someone and she would be able to tell what they were thinking. What the hell, what did she have to lose? It might be interesting.
She looked at Neville first. He was going crazy wondering when Snape was going to start in on him. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Malfoy glancing in their general direction, then going back to his cauldron. She looked at him and had to stifle a gasp. He was thinking about Harry in a VERY friendly way.
She wondered idily if Harry felt the same way. She turned and looked at him. He, of course, was thinking about Quidditch. This was their last year and he wanted to put the best team they ever had together just so he could say that he beat Malfoy again. Then she felt anger coming off him. And knew it was directed at Malfoy. He had seen Draco looking at him and wanted to punch him to him him to quit.
She glanced around here and there. Some thought of sex, or lunch, or even when they could go back to sleep. When she looked at Crabbe and Goyle, she was not supprised to see their minds were blank.
Then, she stole a glance at her Potions Master and wished that she hadn't. He was sitting behind his desk and he was daydreaming. But this wasn't just any daydream.
He was dreaming of warm bodies, sliding along each other. Hands groping. Tongues clashing. t itt it was mainly he whe was invisioning in this situation that unnerved her. It was her.
Not to mention that she knew he was sitting behind his desk instead of stalking the classroom. He was stroking himself under his robes. Trying to releive his raging hard-on. But knew it was in vain. It wouldn't happen until class was over so he could be alone to do it right.
He and Hermione both thought the exact same thing at that moment. ' Thank god that's only ten minutes away.